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Since being an arts Management Major I took a marketing class where we basically had a class where a portion was dedicated to blogging. A kind of "How To" and the only thing I really learned, minus the whole marketing, branding yourself aspect was to TELL THE TRUTH. if i left anything out why would anyone want to listen to me? its hard to make people listen to me anyways

i always felt i was a better writer than i am speaker. i have a million thoughts at once. i mumble, stutter, and talk too fast. i change topics like no other and am very random. never been diagnosed with ADD/ ADHD, though i should have been but i lied to the doctors. i have many secretsbasically im kinda crazy. i think so anywaysand in the words of kramer from Seinfield"or am i so crazy im sane?"

saying that...

last night was the last friday at purchase before winter break. thank god. and of coarse its quiet hours which means no parties, which i didnt even feel like going to anyways1) because its - whatever out2) purchase parties suck

and i found myself alone walking in the olde at 11:30, looking for my only friend left, fritz. cold, and already angry due to the crazy people i know and live with arguing and fighting, literally about to throw punches. i walk towards the only person i can feel some comfort in. being a wandering phone-less friend, i arrive ti his place with no say as to where he is. which was no surprise to me because fritz goes on hiatus during the weekend and will pop up monday morning as usual to smoke our brains out and continue to do so until friday during the day. he's not my friend just because we smokewe are both crazycrazy sane peoplecrazy sane people with lost sense of beingwere are not hopeless, or unmotivated. we are both driven and hardworkingbut we lost ourselves in someone, a part of us we may never possible get backand both fairly recentboth finding a way to overcome our woundsstruggling of coarse

i say my only friend because the person i lost a part of myself inwell, he was my 2nd friend1 of 2 people who saw a side of me, i dare not show many people.actually just those to, and not even fullynext to my sisters, which dont really count (no offense)ive kept my life hidden, mu whole life until a few years ago where i broke down and decided to try and finally reveal myselfwhich usually ended miserably and me being hurt because i would be myself and people didn't like itpeople didn't like me (I usually dont give a fuck)so here goes one more try i saylast yeari met my "match" (hhaha match)i had a wall up at first and I wasn't even going to give him a chance but being who he was. incredible. i got scaredscared of losing himscared of revealing myself with the same outcomescared of being hurt againbut in trying to fulfill their needs I lost sight of my owni dont know where things went wrong but i lost himmy friend i would favor above all elsethe one i would talk to, and make me feel safe without doing anythinganyways...im rambling

SO on this Friday night and no fritz insighti walk back to my apartment. alone. and freezingits then I realized. I don't have any friends.with sounds of laughter and dance music and groups talking as i slowly fade away into the darki became sad

where was my other friend?he was never there physically, but he was always there. even to leave a voicemailand now. no more.i recalled a conversation i had with my past friend about having no friends and that i liked his group of friends and wanted friends like his. i don't need many people in my lifejust important onesi was lonelyi am lonelyand it goes unnoticed because the persona, the image i give off here is one of great strength, never sad, busy, on the go, leader that (this is the best part) KNOWS EVERYONE, AM FRIENDS WITH EVERYONEto people around here, they don't understand how I can be so alonebut just because people know me or i know them doesn't mean im not

I understand why it had to be like this and why you had to leave. I understand why we separated an I know that i that it's for the better. im young. your figuring out your life. were both busy. I was in way too deep, much deeper than you. I understand we needed a break. i get it ok!

what i don't get it why I have to loose a friend. I didn't want to have to put a name to us, i just want my friend back. i dont want to be with you. i just want you to be there. and I haven't called because only half of what i just said is true. and im not sure if i ever will. because there's some feeling inside me, a lot of if and it's something I can explain its a good feeling what I don't get is if I understand why things are the way they are; then why am i at the position that im at?i just want my friend back but it might be too late

1)a phone works both ways and if my "friend" wanted to, they would2) last few things said by my "friend" were probably some of the MOST hurtful things ever said to me

refusing to let this night go, though i should of, and making an attempt to find people i found myself surrounded by a bunch of unknowns and jerks and already binded group cluster and in my effort to reach out i was given the cold shoulder, forced to sit on a couch and occupy my hands by drinking 1 beer the entire night just to give me something to do since no one was going to talk to. desperately wanting myself to just go back to my room i lingered on until 3 am where it became blatantly obvious the night was a fail.

I lay here consoling myself on an unmade bed mattress and for some reason im still awake

and now it's overa relationship ive been working on and hoping to keep together for a year has met it's completion. its end. it's overand it's weird that it's overI knew this day would come, but I didn't actually think it would comei was so blind to the fact that time will catch up to us all eventually and now im alone and it's all so strange. a scary kind of newSInce being harmed from past relationships I found recovering from this one to be much easier than the lastin a way that i did not mop and sob for a months time rather what i did do was cry the night before the break up and the night dont of, got it all out, so what i thought, that even a mere few days after the break up I feel nothingIm not hurt and my heart is not broken,just bruisedor maybe im just numb to it all but as of right now I feel a sense of content and level headednessIn my relationship I dealt with the same mattersWhen I had a boyfriend, I didn't get to see him a lot. twice a month if I was lucky. I smoked a lot. hung out with friends. went to work. took photos. etcand now that im a part of the single majority again my life has been exactly the sameminus the fact i have a designated person to go and have sex with.

(this is the cold hearted side of my heart speaking)

i dont hurt. i do miss him but in all honesty it's for the best. Im a young 2o years old mama-cita and I couldn't honestly keep that unexposed to a guy who doesn't even want itand coming from the not most faithful person in the world. me being in a seriously relationship must be some kind of joke!

WHT DID WE BREAK UP? (in my opinion) I felt as of he didn't care about saving our relationship and I knew for a fact he didn't want to be in a relationship. I knew weeks before that the end was near. He lost that spark he had for me, so there i am head over heels in lust with a man who really just likes my sex? if even, but i do think im good.it's not that i didn't want to be with him. i didbut I couldn't let him go on in anymore in a relationship he wanted nothing to with and when he would hang out with me he'd seem miserable and say comments that basically meant " I could be somewhere better." I blame this to the fact that he would not remember most of our nightsdue to drinkingthe nights that made me fall for him so hardsince he would have no recollectionthe last time i saw him after a a semi decent/ wreck of a 1 year anniversary i was on the bus to work with him, the last thing he said to me was " i had a good time" i turn away and quickly roll my eyesprobably to the fact that I wasn't even sure if he remembered last night and words he spoke to me that MAY or may not have been said to meand I thought to myself a girlfriend should not be rolling her eyes to a her boyfriend saying he had a good timebut i genuinely felt as if he didn't mean it and i didn't believe himthat's when i knew the end was about to occur

after the bitterness I calmed down and realized it was going to be oksort of.....TBA